Tyler pov

Tyler pov

Andrea sat outside with Jax at the moonlit night, enjoying the cool breeze as they reminisced about their past experiences. They sat with their children, Tyler and Ava, who were listening intently to their parents' stories.

"Do you remember the war with Elsa's pack?" Jax asked, his voice filled with nostalgia.

Andrea nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I remember it well. It was a difficult time for us all."

Tyler spoke up, his voice laced with curiosity. "Mom, who was Elsa?"

Andrea took a deep breath, her mind wandering back to the past. "Elsa was your father's mate," she said softly. "She was a strong and powerful wolf, but she couldn't accept the fact that your father had imprinted on me."

Ava's eyes widened in surprise. "Imprinted?" she asked.

Andrea smiled, nodding. "Yes, imprinted. It's a powerful connection between two werewolves, one that cannot be broken. Your father and I were meant to be together."

Tyler frowned, his eyes narrowed in confusion. "But if